Adam (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  “Well, well, well,” he murmured when he saw what she was wearing underneath.

  Kitty struggled to remain in control, but she couldn’t stop her hips from rising and falling in a frustrating attempt to rub against him. Her legs were trapped together by his strong thighs, though, and he seemed content to simply look at her. She knew what he was seeing—she wore stockings and a garter belt, because it was cooler in the summer than pantyhose, and her scrap of lacy panties hid nothing.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” he asked, taking both her wrists in one hand and raising her hands up over her head. He used his free hand to explore her, touching her in all her secret places but one, coming closer and closer to that goal, but never quite touching her there.

  “I need…” Kitty panted.

  “Need what, darlin’?” he asked.

  She heard the laughter in his voice and hated him for it.

  “You know!” she gasped.

  “Could be.”

  She strained against him, pumping her hips in a frantic motion that was severely limited by his grasp of her thighs with his own.

  “Damn you!” she cried.

  “Tell me what you want, Kitty,” he said, his voice turning hard.

  And she suddenly knew. He wasn’t going to give her what she so desperately wanted—needed—until she admitted it to him in so many words. But she had no more room for pride.

  “You!” she cried. “I need you!”

  “Looks like you have me, darlin’,” he said, his voice sounding suddenly rusty. “What do you want me to do?”

  She could feel the bulge in the front of his pants where he straddled her legs, and she knew he had to be close, too, but she realized he wouldn’t give in, until she did.

  “Inside me!” she cried, and she felt tears of frustration on her face. “I want you inside me! Now! Please!”

  Without a word, he ripped her panties aside and plunged his fingers into her most secret place, and Kitty instantly erupted with a scream on a climax bigger than she had ever known.

  What seemed a long time later, though she knew it could only have been minutes, she managed to open her eyes to see him beside the bed, quickly pulling off his own clothes. When he turned back to her, she sucked in her breath, knowing real fear at the sight of him. He was hung like a stallion, and she just knew it was never going to work. But when he came down over her, pulling her legs wide, she felt the cool air on her thighs as it hit the wetness of her own juices, and when he began rubbing his member against her, she felt herself stirring once more.

  She reached up to shyly run her fingers over his broad chest. It was covered with a dark, grizzly fur, and when she arched against him and clasped her arms around his muscled torso so her breasts rubbed against him, the sensations caused by the friction shot straight to her loins and she moaned. He was playing his fingers over her thighs and just inside her, and much to her surprise she felt herself quickening once more.

  “I can’t,” she gasped. “Not again.”

  “Sure you can,” he said, and she heard a new sound in his voice.

  She released him and laid back, opened her eyes to see the strain in his face. She reached up to touch his cheek as her hips began pumping in earnest once more in an attempt to bring him closer.

  “Come with me this time,” she pleaded.

  He chuckled, and she heard something of the bear’s growl in his voice. “That’s the idea, darlin’,” he said. “What happened before, that was just to get you ready for me.”

  She felt something prodding at her center and looked down to see his member rubbing on her. A mixture of fear and anticipation warred in her brain, but the mental conflict did nothing to slow the pumping of her hips.

  “Hurry,” she pleaded.

  He chuckled then without another word, he fitted himself to her. He was huge, but she was well-lubricated, thanks to her earlier climax. Still it was a tight fit, and they both strained to complete their union. Bart finally hooked his arms under her knees, opening her wider, and with a final thrust, seated himself to the hilt.

  Kitty cried out in frustration as she came just to the edge of completion and no further, but in this position, she had no leverage, and he took complete control of their mating, pulling out almost completely then driving himself into her, over and over again, until Kitty felt herself coming apart once more.

  “Bart!”

  He only roared in reply as he emptied himself into her, and she saw star bursts in the night as her second climax slammed through her even harder than the first.

  A long time later, he rolled to his back, pulling her with him, so they remained joined. He brought a blanket up over her, and she snuggled into his furry chest.

  “Don’t let me fall asleep here,” she murmured.

  It was the last thing she knew.

  Kitty woke to broad daylight. The bed beside her was cold, and she had a moment of disorientation while she tried to figure out where she was. A knock at the bedroom door brought reality back with a crash.

  “I’ve brought you coffee,” Bart said, coming in bearing a huge white ceramic mug.

  By the look of his damp hair and smooth jaw, he was freshly showered. He was also fully dressed, and she felt at a distinct disadvantage. Then she noticed the clock.

  “Oh, crap! I told you not to let me fall asleep here last night!”

  “Relax, Kitty,” he said, blocking her from rising and holding out the coffee mug. “I called Mel, and she’ll make your excuses for you at work.”

  “Oh, geeze! Does the entire family know about last night?”

  He had the gall to chuckle. “Only Mel and Meg. Meg’s the one who loaned you a dress for today.” He gestured toward the open closet, where she saw a splash of pale yellow hanging among Bart’s dark suits. “I’m afraid your blouse is ruined, but Meg thinks you’re about her size, so the dress should fit.”

  Kitty pulled a pillow over her face with a moan.

  “Look, take a shower and get dressed,” he said, setting the coffee on the bedside table. “Have some coffee and some breakfast. Like I said, Mel will cover for you at work, so take your time, figure out what you’re gonna tell your old man.”

  Kitty heard Bart walk out, closing the bedroom door softly behind him. She tossed the pillow aside, and scooting up to lean against the headboard, she reached for the coffee. As the caffeine hit her bloodstream, she started making sense of the world again and pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness.

  Okay, she thought. I’m here in Bartholomew Saint’s bed. Two of his nephews’ wives—at the very least—know I spent the night in Bart’s bed. When Bart takes me into work—she glanced at the clock—three hours late, it’s likely everyone at Konstantine will know I spent the night with him.

  Then she thought about her father’s harsh words over the phone yesterday afternoon, and she could only wonder at her sudden lack of trepidation. In fact, she decided, she felt pretty darn good at the moment. She hadn’t slept with Bart in order to convince him to sign the contract, which is what her father had hinted she attempt. Instead, she had made love with Bart after conceding that The Four Saints would never sign such a contract. Her father would be furious, but she realized, however belatedly, that she didn’t care. In point of fact, she had money in the bank and a pricey condo she could sell. So who said she needed to worry about what Randall J. Konstantine, Sr., thought of her? Why should she continue to care about pleasing the “old man”—and keep beating her head against the wall trying to do so?

  Kitty froze with the coffee mug halfway to her lips, suddenly realizing what she was considering.

  Are you out of your cotton-picking mind? her other half—the sensible half—asked herself.

  “Probably,” she said, then sipped her coffee and waited, trying the kernel of an idea on for size.

  Then she took a very deep breath and smiled. “In fact, undoubtedly.”

  Setting aside her coffee mug, she threw off the sheet
and headed for the bathroom, before she could change her mind.

  Bart pulled the SUV into the loading zone at the front door of the Konstantine Talent Agency, put it in park, and hopped out to come around and open Kitty’s door.

  “You sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” he asked.

  Kitty smiled. “No thanks. I’ve got this.”

  She released her seatbelt and swung her legs around only to have Bart grasp her waist in his big hands and lift her gently to the ground.

  “Thanks,” she said. Slightly breathless, she reached back for her purse.

  “Thanks for the ride,” she added. “And thank you for last night.” Her smile warmed. “I’m really glad you trusted me enough to tell me about yourself and your nephews, Bart. It means a lot to me.”

  Bart returned her smile, and brushed a loose lock of hair back from her face. She wore it pulled back into a simple pony tail, this morning. It was unusual for her, to say the least, but it seemed to match the style of Meg’s dress, which was a light, full-skirted wrap-around style, made of a light-weight, breezy chiffon. The color was of early daffodils. Meg had left not only the dress for her but also a white slip, panties, and a pair of matching, low, wedge-heeled canvas shoes. The entire outfit couldn’t have been more different than Kitty’s usual work attire, and she found she loved it—both the look and the feel. She and Meg were of a size, and everything fit perfectly.

  “You’re welcome, darlin’,” Bart said, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

  “How about tonight?” she asked, pleased to see his eyes light with anticipation.

  “Works for me.”

  “Good.” She turned away, but when she glanced back briefly to see his golden eyes following her closely, she laughed.

  Kitty entered the building and ignored the stares from the security personnel as she signed in and headed for her office.

  Good morning, Tina,” she greeted her assistant.

  “Oh! Good morning, Ms. Konstantine!” Tina said. The young woman was obviously trying hard not to stare at her boss. “Uh, Mr. Konstantine has been trying to reach you all morning.”

  “Okay. I’ll call him in a bit. Please ask Ms. Saint to come to my office as soon as possible, if she’s available.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Kitty felt laughter bubble up at her assistant’s expression, but tamped it down. There would be plenty of time, later.

  Stepping into her office, she closed the door behind her and went immediately to her desk to turn on her computer. Twenty minutes later, she hit send, sat back in her chair, and took a deep breath.

  “That’s done, then. No turning back, now.”

  She rose and headed for the closet. Rummaging around, she found a couple of empty file boxes, and bringing them out, she began to systematically go through her office, packing personal items into the boxes. She would leave all company files behind, because she didn’t want her father to sic his lawyers on her for stealing company secrets, but some of the files—and all the decorations—were her own personal property. Retrieving the photos of her brother, she smiled.

  “Wish me well, Rand,” she whispered, touching a finger to his beloved image, before she closed the frame and placed it gently in a box.

  The intercom sounded, and she reached for the switch.

  “Yes?”

  “Ms. Saint to see you, Ms. Konstantine.”

  “Thank you, Tina. Please send her in and hold all my calls.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The door opened immediately, and Mel Saint walked in.

  “Sorry it took me so long, Ms. Konstantine,” Mel said, and Kitty could see the younger woman was nervous.

  “That’s okay, Mel. Please have a seat.”

  Mel took one of the chairs facing Kitty’s desk, opening a steno pad and clicking on her pen.

  “You won’t need that,” Kitty said, leaning forward on her desk.’

  “Oh.” Mel looked flustered, and Kitty imagined the younger woman was thinking the worst.

  “I need your help, Mel,” Kitty said, deciding to get right to the point.

  “Of course,” Mel said, still looking uncertain.

  “Actually, I need to thank you first—for covering for me this morning,” she added, when Mel looked blank.

  “Oh. Well, that’s all right. I was happy to help.”

  Kitty smiled warmly. “It wasn’t all right—not on my part—to leave you stranded, and I want you to know I appreciate it.”

  Mel relaxed a fraction. “Okay. Then you’re welcome.”

  Kitty sat back in her chair, and crossing one leg over the other, she swung her chair back and forth.

  “I imagine I also have you to thank for Meg’s assistance this morning.”

  Mel looked embarrassed. “Well, I thought you’d like, that is I didn’t think you’d want…I mean…”

  “You were pretty sure I wouldn’t want to show up for work in the same clothes I was wearing last evening when I left with Bart Saint.” Kitty grinned. “You were right, of course.”

  Mel let out a huff of breath. “Well, I know how…persuasive the Saint men can be.”

  Kitty laughed. “Tell me, Mel: When did you find out about what they do?”

  Mel seemed to relax completely at that, as she realized where Kitty was headed.

  “The first time I saw them, actually.”

  “Them?”

  Mel nodded. “Yes. I’d followed the band to a dive where I’d learned they liked to hang out. It wasn’t someplace I should have gone into by myself, but I’d heard them play, and knew you’d want to sign them, so I…”

  Kitty sat forward suddenly. “What happened? God, please don’t tell me you were hurt.”

  “No! I mean, there was this drunk guy who did try to, well, he was pretty obnoxious, but Matt and the others heard the commotion, and they came storming out of the back room and…Well, they took care of him. Took care of me.”

  Kitty gasped. “I am so sorry, Mel. God, if anything bad had happened to you, because I was pushing you so hard …”

  “It’s okay. Really. And anyway, if you hadn’t…I mean, if I hadn’t decided to follow them into that dive, I’d never have met Matt, so really, it turned out okay.” She smiled brightly. “Better than okay, really.”

  Kitty stood and paced to the window. “I pushed all of you too hard, Mel,” she said. “My father was pushing me, and I was dumping all that frustration onto all of you.”

  She turned back. “It was wrong of me.”

  “Ms. Konstantine…” Mel began.

  “Kitty. Please. Call me Kitty.” She took a deep breath. “I have a huge favor to ask of you, and I’d rather ask it of a friend than of a subordinate.”

  She paused and took another deep breath. “Besides, I’m not your supervisor anymore.”

  “You’re not?” Mel seemed to forget her earlier misgivings as she sat forward, startled.

  “No, I’m not. Or at least I won’t be, as soon as HR passes my letter of resignation along to my father.”